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Chapter 17: The Old Rival

Penulis: Sonia.C
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The "professional recovery" Damon had mandated was supposed to be a period of silence and separation, a way to starve the Mate Bond of its oxygen. Instead, it became a crucible for Evie’s intellect. While Damon wrestled with the predatory instincts of the Feral Slide in the East Wing, Evie had turned her West Wing study into a war room. The Pack Law Primer sat open on her desk, but it was no longer the focus. She had found something else—something buried deep within the Rourke Industries archives that had nothing to do with wolf territory and everything to do with her own bloodline.

​She sat hunched over her terminal, the blue light of the screen reflecting in her tired eyes. For hours, she had been tracing the digital breadcrumbs of a ghost. She was looking for Vanguard Development Group, the shell company that had systematically dismantled her father’s firm, Thorne & Associates, three years ago.

​It had always been a mystery to her. Her father was a brilliant architect, his firm's f
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    ​The vibration of the Sanctum’s steel door closing behind them had left a phantom hum in Evie’s bones, a frequency that refused to dissipate even as the lights of the Tower roared back to life. In the twenty-four hours since the blackout, Damon had become a specter. He was a presence felt through the heavy scent of pine in the hallways and the sudden, sharp barks of command echoing from the tactical suite, but he did not seek her out. The barrier that had nearly shattered in the darkness had been reinforced with a new, desperate kind of iron.​Evie, meanwhile, felt like a structure whose load-bearing walls had been compromised. She spent her morning staring at the "Cloaking Efficiency" models on her screen, but the numbers were just static. Her skin felt hypersensitive, her mind a repeating loop of the moment Damon’s forehead had rested against hers in the vault.​The summons did not come from Damon, nor from Marcus. It arrived via a hand-delivered, cream-colored envelope, smelling of

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    ​The transition from the fragile domesticity of the shared meal to the high-stakes theater of the Pack Council was supposed to be a matter of professional discipline. Evie had barely stepped into her suite, her mind still reeling from the warmth of Damon’s admission, when the world simply ceased to exist.​There was no sound—no explosion, no mechanical failure—just an instantaneous, absolute withdrawal of light. Rourke Tower, a monument to technological perfection and structural invincibility, went blind. The humming of the servers, the subtle vibration of the climate control, and even the faint, omnipresent glow of the emergency floor-strips vanished. In the vacuum of the 100th floor, the darkness was so thick it felt like a physical weight against her lungs.​“Evie.”​Damon’s voice didn't come from the hallway. It came from right beside her. He had moved with the terrifying, silent speed of a predator who didn't need eyes to navigate his own territory. Before she could gasp, his han

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    The morning air in the Silver Crescent Tower tasted of ozone and expensive espresso, but for Evie, it was the sharp, metallic tang of data that kept her awake. Following the revelation that Alpha Kellen was the architect of her family’s ruin, the dynamic of her confinement had fundamentally shifted. She was no longer just a "purchased asset" or a "prisoner of circumstance." She had become something far more dangerous to Kellen: a vengeful architect with the keys to the King’s vault.​Damon had not summoned her to the East Wing today. Instead, he had sent a courier—not Marcus, but a silent, high-ranking Enforcer—with a localized server node. It was a physical manifestation of his growing trust, or perhaps, his growing desperation. Along with the server came a short, handwritten note on heavy cream stationery:​The wolves see the scent. The lawyers see the law. I need the architect to see the structure. Find where Kellen is hiding his heart.​Evie sat at her drafting table, the sprawlin

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